𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭𝗸

• *:･ﾟ──────✧･ﾟ*✦･ﾟ*✧────── *:･ﾟ•

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ PETER looked at your limp, sleeping body. The only sounds he heard were the faint honking of the cars on the street and your soft snores. He brought his hand up to your face and slowly stroked the hair out of your face. Peter cradled your face in his hand and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He sighed and looked at the ceiling, a soft smile adorning his face.

Peter could still feel the after effects of the nerves and adrenaline he felt that evening. He had been planning it for so long, and he finally worked up the guts to do it. Although it was hard for him to believe, everything went really really well. The food was delicious, the lights he had set up around the small waterside plaza gave off a soft light that made you look like an angel, his suit fit him smartly, and the weather was absolutely perfect, the soft and cool making it not too chilly but just right.

Even though everything was going well, Peter still felt a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. When he saw you, the butterflies turned into a whole zoo in his stomach.

You looked like an actual angel, stepping out of the small car Ned had so generously offered to chauffeur. You hair was curled into soft, shining ringlets, bouncing every time you walked up the steps. The small white dress you had on was simple, cinched around your waist with small white flowers scattered across it. It reminded Peter of how you had always told him you wanted your wedding to be.

"Small and simple," you always said. Whenever Peter asked why you didn't want something big and extravagant you always said the same thing.

"Well I don't the extravagance matters, Pete. Just the person you're marrying right?" You always replied, with a soft smile.

Peter took your small hand in his and brought it up to his mouth kissing your knuckles softly. He pulled out your chair like the gentleman he was and made sure you were comfy before going back and unpacking the food he and may made for this very special date.

Peter really doesn't remember the fine details of what happened. All he could remember was the small gasp that left your mouth, and the joyful tears that started pooling in your eyes and streaming down your face when he asked. You jumped on him, almost tackling him to the ground, and pressed your lips to his and best as you possibly could in your happy state of frenzy.

Peter wishes he could have the way you whispered how much you loved him into his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around as the soundtrack for the rest of his life. You were practically glowing with happiness, and Peter definitely felt the same. He does regret one thing from the evening though. His elated tears in his eyes blurred him from seeing your smile which he could only describe as being brighter that the sun. A smile he would move heaven and earth to see everyday. Today he made sure he would see it everyday.

*:･ ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Peter left his little bubble of memories from the evening and rolled over to look at your face, all smushed your against the pillow.

Carefully, to not wake you from your beauty sleep that Peter insisted wasn't necessary since you already looked like an angel, he brought your hand that was wrapped around his side to his face. He entwined his large fingers with yours and kissed each of your fingers gently and lovingly. His eyes scanned over your hand before he found what he was looking for. A wide grin split out on his face, and he felt tears pricking in his eyes. Peter was on cloud nine, floating in the bliss that was to be loved everyday by you.

Softly he kissed your ring finger, that was now adorned with a small diamond ring that glinted delicately in the moonlight. The ring itself wasn't that special; it had a small circular cut diamond on top that was held fast by a series of entwined metal vines that snakes  their way down, creating the band of it. What was so special about it was the love and purity in which it had been made, specifically for you.

Peter grinned one last time. His face was starting to hurt by now but he didn't care.
He lay your hand down gently and brought his up to stroke your cheekbones softly.

Peter kissed the tip of your nose, before she finally drifted off for the night he whispered in his hoarse sleep ridden, but still full of hazy happiness, voice.

"I'll love you always and forever, my darling."

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 <𝟯𝟯

𝟯.𝟮𝟲.𝟮𝟭